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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.