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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.