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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
X-102,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
PIL,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.