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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.