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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.