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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.