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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.