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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Jandek,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.