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 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Interpol,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.