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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.