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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Monolake,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.