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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.