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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.