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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
UT,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.