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 and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.