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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.