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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.