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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
The Residents,
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.