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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.