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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.