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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.