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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.