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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
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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.