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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.