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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.