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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.