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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Wings,
The Index,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Mars,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.