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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Fear,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.