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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.