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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
CMW,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.