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 Algeria and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.