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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.