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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.