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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.