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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.