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 Switzerland 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Standells to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.