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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.