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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Ronan,
The Fall,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.