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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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.