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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.