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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.