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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.