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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Fear,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.