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 Tajikistan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.