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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.