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 Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Slave,
JFA,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
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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.