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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Shoche,
ABC,
Inner City,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.