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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 John Lydon 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.