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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
UT,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Visage,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.