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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
CMW,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.