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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.