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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.