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 Gambia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
The Human League,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.