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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Index to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.