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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.