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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.