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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.