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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
10cc,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.