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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.