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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.