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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.