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 Romania and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
DNA,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.