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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Crime,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.