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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.