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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.