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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.