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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Can,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.