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 Albania 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.