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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.