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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.