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 Chad and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
The Martian,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.