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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.