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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Monolake,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.