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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.