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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.