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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.