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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.