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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.