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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.