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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.