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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.