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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.