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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.