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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.