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 France and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.