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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Sparks 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Ronan,
X-101,
Slave,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.