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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Japan,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.