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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.