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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.