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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.