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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.