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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.