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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.