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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.