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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.