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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.