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 United Kingdom 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 a güiro and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.