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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Main Source,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.