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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.