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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.