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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.