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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.