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 Papua New Guinea 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.