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 Nauru 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.