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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.