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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
X-102,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.