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 Indonesia 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 Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.