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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.