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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Television,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.