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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.