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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.