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 United States and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.