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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.