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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.