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 Mozambique 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Zeros to the rock 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.