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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.