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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
X-101,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Magma,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
UT,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.