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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.