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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Smog,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.