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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.