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 Turkey 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.