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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.