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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.