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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.