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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.