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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.