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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.