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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.