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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.