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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.