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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.