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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.