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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Sparks 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Wire,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.