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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.