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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.