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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.