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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.