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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.