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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Germs to the funk 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.