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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.