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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.