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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.