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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Faust,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.