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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
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.