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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.