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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Gories to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.