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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Ronan,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.