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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.