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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.