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 India 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Television,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.