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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
MDC,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.