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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
The Martian,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.