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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.