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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Shoche,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.