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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.