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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Minor Threat 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Model 500,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.