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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.