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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.