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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.