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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.