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 Korea South 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.