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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
cv313,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.