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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.