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 Dominican Republic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.