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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.