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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.