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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.