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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.