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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.