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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Mars,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Slave,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.