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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.