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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.