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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Suicide,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.