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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.