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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.