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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.