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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.