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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.