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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.