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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Tom Boy 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.