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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.