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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.