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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.