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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s 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 Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.