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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.