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 China and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.