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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.