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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.