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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Interpol to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
X-102,
Qualms,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.