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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.