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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Scion,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.