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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.