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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.