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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Can,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.