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 St Lucia 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 Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.