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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.