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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.