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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.