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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.