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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cramps 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Neu!,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Can,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.