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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.