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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.