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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.