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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.