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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.