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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.