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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.