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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.