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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
New Order,
Ludus,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.