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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Organ,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.