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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.