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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Swans,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
DNA,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.