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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.