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 Comoros 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.