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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.