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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.