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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Wings,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.