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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano 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 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.