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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.