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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Magma,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.