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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.