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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.