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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.