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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.