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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.