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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.