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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
The Saints,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.