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 Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.