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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.