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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.