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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.