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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.