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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.