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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.