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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.