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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.