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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Wings,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.