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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.