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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Wire,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
AZ,
ABC,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.