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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.