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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.