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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.