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 Montenegro 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.