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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.