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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
The Move,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.