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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Boredoms 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.