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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.