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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.