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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.