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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.