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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.