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 China 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.