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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Can,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.