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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.