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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.