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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
MDC,
Visage,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.