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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.