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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.