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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.