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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Wire to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.