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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.