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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.