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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.