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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.