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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
cv313,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.