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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.