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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.