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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.