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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Franke,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.