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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.