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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.