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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.