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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
The Monks,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.