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 Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.