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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Magma,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.