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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.