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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Gong,
Niagra,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.