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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.