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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.