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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.