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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.