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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Smog,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.