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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.