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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.