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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
cv313,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.