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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.