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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.