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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Fear,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.