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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.