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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
AZ,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.