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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.