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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.