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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.