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 Macedonia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Kayak,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.