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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.