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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.