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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.