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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.