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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.