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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.