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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.