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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.