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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Television,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.