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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Negative Approach to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.