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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.