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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Barracudas to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.