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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.