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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.