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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Organ,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.