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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Star Department to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.