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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Q65,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.