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 Chile and from Houston.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.