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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Japan,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Main Source,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.