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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.