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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.