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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.