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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.