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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.