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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.