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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.