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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.