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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.