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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.