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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Mars,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.