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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.