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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.