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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.