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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Visage,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.