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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.