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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
The Gories,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.