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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.