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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.