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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.