Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.