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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 Columbus and Edmonton.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Nico,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.