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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
MDC,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.