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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.