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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.