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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.