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 France 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.