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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.