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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Can,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.