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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.