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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Can,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.