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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Nico,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.