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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.