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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Faust,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.