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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.