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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.