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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Japan,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.