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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
UT,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.