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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.