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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Deakin,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.