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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
X-101,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.