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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.