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 Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.