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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.