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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.