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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
ABC,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.