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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Faust,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.