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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.