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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Section 25,
The Move,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
DNA,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.