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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.