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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.