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 Latvia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Visage,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.