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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.