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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
X-102,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.