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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.