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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.