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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
UT,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.