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 Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Make Up to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.