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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.