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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.