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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.