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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.