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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.