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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.