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 Namibia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.