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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.