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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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.