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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.