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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.