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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Franke,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.