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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.