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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.