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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.