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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Can to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.