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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
New Order,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.