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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.