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 Azerbaijan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.