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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.