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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.