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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.