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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Symarip,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.