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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
ABBA,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.