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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.