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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.