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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.