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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
X-102,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.