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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.