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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
X-102,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.