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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.