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 Afghanistan 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.