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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.