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 Mongolia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
the Human League,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.