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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Pole,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Wire,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.