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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.