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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
JFA,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.