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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.