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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
The Move,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.