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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.