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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.