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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.