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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.