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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.