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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suicide to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.