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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Q65,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.