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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.