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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.