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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.