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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Zeros to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.