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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
The Martian,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.