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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.