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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Lalann,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.