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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.