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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.