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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.