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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.