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 Cuba 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.