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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.