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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.