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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
X-102,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.