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 India 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.