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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.