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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Television,
Ludus,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.