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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
AZ,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.