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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.