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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.