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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.