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 Tunisia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
DNA,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.