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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
AZ,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.