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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.