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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.