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 Somalia and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Index,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
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.