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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
The Index,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.