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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.