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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
MDC,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.