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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.