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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.