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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.