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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.