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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.