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 Poland 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.