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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.