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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Pole,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.