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 Lesotho 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 sitar 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.