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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.