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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.