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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.