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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.