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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.