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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.