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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.