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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.