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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.