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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.