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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.