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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.