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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.