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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
JFA,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.