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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Index,
The United States of America,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.