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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.