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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.