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 Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.