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 Japan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Selecter to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.