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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.