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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.