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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 crunk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.