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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
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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.