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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 oboe 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.