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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.