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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
MC5,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.