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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.