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 Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.