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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 Portland and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.