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 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Kayak 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Q65,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.