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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 the Association to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.