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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.