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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.