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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.