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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Doors to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.