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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
MDC,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.