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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.