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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 organ 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Wings,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.