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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.