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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Technova,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.