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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
PIL,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.