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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.