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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.