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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
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.