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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.