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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Index,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.