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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.