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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Echospace,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.