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 Norway 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.