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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 Cairo and Calgary.
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 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.