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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
X-102,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.