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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.