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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.