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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.