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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
UT,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.