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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.